ME: "Oh beloved bendy frog"
"I much prefer you, to a dog"
"So so green, and quaintly shy"
"I particularly like, your cute bow tie"

You never seem to cower
When you unite a bamboo cane, to a flower
You do it all, with such finesse
Your bulging eyes, so impress

I know not, if you're from Mars, or Venus
But you don't seem to have a gender
"Oh, my lovely contortionist"
"You would of fared better, as an extortionist"

You are so humble, and almost real
Like Kermit the frog, but more surreal
"I wonder if there is a pig in your life"
"Maybe you're now married, and she's your wife?"

FROG: "What is this strange poet, before my eyes?"
"Speaking about me, things i cannot deny"
"I am flexible, and a very good friend"
"And very easy going, and easy to bend"

Whilst i'm sat upon, my floating lily pad
And wonder at the spawn, i might of had
Perhaps all i need, is to leap up high
Shoot out my tongue, and catch a fly?

by Jemia

The green pen
With no inks
No words to write
Methinks....

by Jemia

The whole world knows
That we need to reach zero emissions
Before 2050, or so
The largest populated
Have proffered zero
10 to 20 years later
Which is a no go
Now also trying to weather
The Pandemic
Over 5 million have died from this curse
Could of been even worse
That the vaccine denied
One country left COP26
In a huff
As they deemed their security
Was not enough
Brazil, is ill, and dying
Their leader is defying
What's next?
What are we waiting for?
Hoping it's not
A third world war

by Jemia

Eats honey
And pollen porridge
Petal soup
Which they easily forage
Protects flowers
Keeps insects apart
By farting at them
With fairy farts
These do not affect
Or are in any way
Responsible
For climate change today

by Jemia

I saw a hairy spider
Crawling up my wall
I asked it to go away
As i didn't want it here at all

The spider stopped, then turned to me
Then looked me in the eye
"I'm not at all dangerous"
As it quickly scuttled by

I told him/her my spider fears
Like crawling down my throat
The spider responded suddenly
"You are a silly goat"

I caught it quickly in a drinking glass
And then secured it with a mat
Then threw it out the window
Out of my slightly cobwebbed flat

As it had told me a web of lies
That it wouldn't cause me harm
As just the very sight of it
Caused me great alarm

But now i have another problem
That fills me full of sighs
Without the spider in my flat
Ive nothing to catch the flies

by Jemia

The wild dragon
Drew a dragons breath
Gazing at the dark grey sky
Opened its wings, and began to fly

Silently, it soared
Its gilded golden wings
Gliding with the breeze
A hungry flight, she couldn't appease

She cut through the clouds
To seek out the sun
Camouflaged, by her golden glow
Breathing out, a rekindled firey flow

As her torched, and torturous body
Now invigorated, she flew back to her cave
Within her concave eyes, lay a tapestry, of deep blue hues
As flames, from her ochre pastel tongue, grew

This fire, melted the gold within
This golden syrup, swamped over the jewels
The dragon leapt into this colourful mire
Which stuck to her golden scales, as she breathed out more fire

She climbed out of this river, of jewels, and gold
Now laden with emeralds, blue, and red diamonds rubies, and sapphires
Then sat upon her golden dragon throne
Now completely attired, and completely alone

Her golden tears, like a flowing brook
Were like the pages, of an unwritten tome
She wept, in the silence of the night
A sad, and tragic, yet beautiful sight

She abandoned her chambers, her hallowed, yet hollow hall
Venturing out, into the soft quietness
Lifting up her wings, ready to fly
When she saw a purple dragon pass her bye

She called to this dragon, with a dragons voice
An echoing silence, under a now still, cloudless moon
The purple dragon, heard her call, and flew to her side
They spoke for an eternity, where time was denied

They shared tales, of centuries now passed
As she spoke, the purple dragon, changed colour, into red
They lifted their wings, and flew into the night
Into a different realm, no longer in site

Long gone now, the two dragons
Other than a golden egg, within an empty cave
Vanished dragons, not vanquished, a left over dream
The egg cracked open, and out stepped a dragon, a beautiful cream

by Jemia

Averse

If i write
A bad poem
I don't throw it
All away
As all it was
Is the birth
Of a good idea
That went into
Disarray

by Jemia